-Kuwaaaaaaaaaa!
A tremendous roar burst from the throat of the Lion Demon King.
“Aaargh!”
“Ugh!”
At the roar filled with the Lion Demon King's demonic power, Jin Ye-rin and Sama Chak's eardrums were torn in an instant, and the shock traveled straight to their brains. Because of that, their bodies were instantly paralyzed. Jin Ye-rin was already dizzy from bleeding, so she couldn't keep her senses straight.
Not missing this moment, the Lion Demon King endured the pain of the Formless Sword piercing the roof of his mouth and his jaw, and tried to forcibly close his mouth.
‘No.’ Her body wouldn't listen.
Was she going to meet her death like this without being able to do anything? She had finally met the only elder in the world who shared her blood, so dying like this was too vain.
It was a moment when countless memories complicated her mind in a flash, like a kaleidoscope. -If I just keep watching, I feel like I'll hear Yeong's resentment. A voice rang in her head. The owner of that voice was her ancestor, Jin Un-hwi.
‘!?’ -Relax your body and mind and accept it.
‘Ancestor...’ -Hello.
I'll bid you farewell in advance. Do not live for revenge or the revival of the clan anymore, but solely for your own happiness. At Jin Un-hwi's warm greeting, the rims of her eyes turned red.